"Looks like Brother Sun isn't much to speak of. You couldn't even withstand a mere dose of Water of No Worries. The mighty Central Academy is nothing special after all. Members of the Ming Dao Society, is anyone else dissatisfied? I, Xu, am willing to change the rules. We can keep competing until you're all satisfied that it's time to stop."
Xu Yi spoke loudly. His thin face, plastered with a smile, made everyone in the Ming Dao Society want to slap his features flat.
But they could only entertain that thought in their minds. Sun Xijian's miserable experience was right before their eyes, and not a single person dared meet Xu Yi's gaze.
Xu Yi laughed heartily. "A bunch of clowns. That's all you are."
With that, he didn't linger. He flashed away and soared into the sky.
At midnight, Xu Yi stood alone in Courtyard Seventy-Six. A figure appeared hesitantly outside the courtyard gate. A heavy cloak shrouded the person, and in the night, it was impossible to make out who they were.
"Don't just stand there. Was all that really necessary? Weren't you pretty brazen before? Why so bashful now?"
Xu Yi beckoned to the cloaked figure, speaking nonchalantly.
The cloaked figure entered the courtyard and said in a low voice, "Brother Xu, you and I have never met before, much less had any feud. I sincerely apologize for the misunderstanding earlier. I beg you to forgive me. I truly have no wish—and no courage—to make an enemy of you."
Needless to say, the cloaked figure was Sun Xijian.
After the competition, the members of the Ming Dao Society had been thoroughly humiliated, but Sun Xijian had secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He had carefully examined his body and found no more signs of his